Shattered Universe Novels & Stories

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

The same way morning sunlight streamed in through the trees, all broken and golden and almost pretty enough to hide the sharp edges underneath. Almost. “Where is he?” I asked. Marcus said, “At the packhouse. He moved back in once things got bad enough for the medics to need him close.” A pause. “He stopped shifting six weeks ago. His wolf can’t keep up with it anymore.” Those words landed heavy. I knew what it meant up close—bond deterioration so advanced that the wolf side starts slipping away. First shifting hurts. Then it’s nearly impossible. Then it’s gone entirely. There’s nothing fair about it.

The shadow moved again. Closer. Closer. Closer. Then a hand emerged. Not like Aurelion's. Not human. Not gentle. This hand appeared forged from golden stars and broken worlds. Entire galaxies swirled beneath its skin. Reality cracked wherever it touched. The Witnesses immediately retreated. Even the Forgotten stepped backward. The giant hand wrapped around the edge of the crack. And pulled. The heavens split open. The universe broke. Not completely. Just enough. Enough for everyone to see what waited beyond.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

He was a hollow shell of light and law, a puppet of a logic that couldn't comprehend the messiness of a ringing bell. ​"You... are... making... the... universe... imperfect..." the Arbitrator’s voice faded, his mercury robes dissolving into grey mist. ​"Perfection is for the dead!" I roared, swinging the bells with the last of my strength. ​With a final, shattering peal, the resonance hit its peak. The gravity well collapsed upward, the sudden release of pressure acting like a spring. The eleven surgeon ships were tossed into the high atmosphere like scrap metal, their arrays burnt out, their clinical formation shattered.

Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you. Throughout his lengthy prison term, he would be haunted by the taste of betrayal by his lover and the cunning traps set by his rivals. Everything has settled then. Standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the capital company's headquarters, I gaze down at the vibrant city below. Ruby used to be my everything. I would have sacrificed so much for her. However, I see that it was just a prison of my own making. Seven years of marriage was nothing but an elaborate dream.

And beyond him, scattered across impossible distances, she felt other shards calling out in a network of connection that spanned realms and realities. Visions cascaded through her mind faster than she could process. She saw the Oath being sworn, witnessed by moons that had names she could not pronounce but somehow understood. She saw the breaking, the moment when betrayal shattered trust and sent fragments of divine promise cascading across existence like shrapnel from an explosion. She saw Lunas and Alphas throughout history claiming shards and wielding their power, some with wisdom and restraint, others with hunger that consumed them from within.